(Ramesh Ramanathan is co-founder of Janaagraha Centre for Citizenship and Democracy)
My wife Swati and I were  in 
He was a short, slim, nondescript man wearing a white shirt and a loosely knotted tie. I asked him his name, and he replied, “Shakeel.”
If the system lets you remain bad, actually makes things worse and forces you onto the wrong path, where’s the hope?
      “Where are you from, Shakeel?”  Swati asked, and continued, “ ------------------------ Niliesh- Lets accept that if Democracy is  giving you the various rights as we learnt in Civics at school, it is also at  the same time empowering social evils with those very same rights at the same time. Democracy unfortunately cannot  distinguish between good and bad, because it gives en equal status to all. It is  right in doing so. So then do we really cry foul of its  inefficiancies? Repeated adjournements, several  hearing dates, lack of concrete evidences, statements and anti-statements,  rather in a gist trying to accomodate every "tom dick and harry" clauses within  itself, isnt even our Democratic Juduciary tied down securely with conviction  coming ABSOLUTELY ONLY WHEN you present before the Court of Law "MOther of all"  types of evidences? I  wonder if this will change and law EVER will be stricter to prevent more  Shakeels.
“No, 
     “Kahan se, 
“
“Do you like 
    “Haan, madam. It’s a good  place. Very safe. You can walk around with a lakh of dirhams in your pocket and  nothing will happen. If you leave something in a taxi, you need to make just one  call and the item will be returned in 15 minutes.”
    “So why did you  leave 
    “I am happy  here. I will keep working here, no problems.” He glanced in the rear-view mirror  at us, to emphasize his commitment to the city.
    We pushed him on why  he liked to stay in 
    “What is not to like here? Things work very well. There is no  crime, everyone is subject to the same laws, you can even go up to the Sheikh  and shake hands with him. Can you do this in 
     “But what about democracy?” we asked, “Don’t you feel...daba  hua, oppressed...that the city has someone called a  ruler, or that you can’t criticize him?”—the standard argument about places that  “work” better than 
    “Kya democracy,  saab? What is the purpose of democracy if people don’t  feel safe?”
    As we pushed him on his arguments, he suddenly fixed his  eyes on us and said, “Dekhiye, main aap ko batata hoon,  main 
    I felt the air rush out of me. Sitting in the back of the  quiet taxi, it seemed unreal that this unassuming driver could really be a  killer. I didn’t turn to see Swati, but I could sense that she was also in  shock. Breaking what was becoming an awkward silence, I asked, “How? Why? Whom  did you kill?”
    “It was a family feud, there was some disagreement, so  I killed him,” he said somewhat matter-of-factly.
“But why would you kill  him, wasn’t there some other way out?”
    He shook his head, as though  mulling some thoughts, and after a few moments, said, “OK, let me tell you, I  was a goonda in my area. We would  commit all kinds of crimes, we were part of a bigger gang. I was in charge of my  neighbourhood. At election time, we were the ones who took care of the voting  issues as well. I can admit it now, I was a rowdy-sheeter with the  police.
    “After I killed the man, I was in trouble. I needed to leave  the country, but I couldn’t get a passport and visa. But 
    “But this is  strange, are you blaming 
    “Yes! How can  people get away? Here, if I had done anything similar, I would have lost my  life. Maybe if they had caught me when I was doing petty crimes, I wouldn’t have  slid down this path.Dekhiye, we all want to live  good lives, but majboori hai. We need to  know that the system works.Bura insaan bhi sudharna chahta  hai. Everyone wants to reform and live a clean life. But  if the system allows you to remain bad and actually makes things worse and  forces you to take the wrong path, where is the hope? Here, I live an honest  life, drive the taxi, get my wages and tips, and I am happy. No crime around me,  no crime for me. Tell me, if democracy can’t guarantee that, what’s the point of  having it?”
    Of all the debates we have had about the challenges of  democracy, few have been as disquieting as the one we had with this Indian taxi  driver in 







